A cup spill



a cup spill

Everything in the world is so complete, I can sit, look and talk about it forever and ever. Everything we can imagine or do already exists in some form or other, visible or mystic. Do I just sit here and watch the world glow or do I close my eyes…there is never an end to the questions we can ask and the answers we can give…but there is an end to “me”…somewhere within this fireworks of the world, is a flash that will be my last moment of existence. I flinch looking at this beautiful universe…unable to look away, scared to close my eyes. like a cup, spilled over.




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